Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Hoover,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.